"Is that him?"
As she listened to Venerable Feng, Mu Qingluan's beautiful eyes fluttered repeatedly.
Back then, she had been utterly inconspicuous. Lu Yunxiao had probably never even noticed her.
But she had truly been there from beginning to end.
She had witnessed every bit of Lu Yunxiao's performance with her own eyes.
Slaying Demonic Rain, Venerable Nine Heavens of the Soul Hall, with a single sword strike—what terrifying divine might was that?
One had to know that Demonic Rain was no ordinary figure, but a genuine Eight-Star Dou Zun.
Someone like him could likely have severely wounded Venerable Feng with a single palm strike.
From that moment onward, she had greatly admired Lu Yunxiao.
After all, admiring the strong was the instinct of the weak.
Now that she knew Lu Yunxiao was that man from back then, just like Venerable Feng, much of Mu Qingluan's resistance had faded.
There was even a trace of inexplicable delight.
Would it not be rather good to have someone with such boundless potential take over Starfall Pavilion?
Mu Qingluan shook her head, casting that somewhat frightening thought from her mind.
"It seems Venerable Feng has remembered."
Lu Yunxiao smiled faintly, his expression gentle.
He could well understand Venerable Feng's initial resistance.
After all, the Starfall Pavilion he had spent most of his life building was about to be taken away.
Even his best friend had chosen to submit to Lu Yunxiao.
It would have been strange if he had not resisted.
But such conflicts had to be resolved sooner or later. He was certainly going to take over Starfall Pavilion, and Cloud Gate would certainly be established here.
Thus, it was necessary to lay certain conflicts bare in advance.
With Queen Medusa's intimidation, coupled with what he had just said, quite a few